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Cyrthos remained silent as the others spoke, mulling over possiblities. For one, he very much doubted the merchant had planned to sell the object to another when he could vastly increase his own power. He also knew every single Chaos Marine there would seek it for themselves and that their alliance would most likely end in bloody violence. One world was of no great consquence, but if the Cord could affect other worlds.. then it was truly significant.
Common Lore (Screaming Vortex) 49+20(cerebal inplants)-20=49 Well, that's embarrasing.
Crythos follows the endless slaves, taking little interest in them or their numbers apart from a tactical study of their nature and any weapons they carry. He's reminded me of insecs flocking around something greater and idly considers of Palmere. When the heavyst Iron Warrior joins him and the others, hat consideration is increased tenfold. Three Ork bodyguards. He mentally dismisses them, now very focused on the apparent merchant. Orks only respected strength, so to gain their service suggested there was far more to Palmere then met the eye. Cyrthos wondered if the others had realised how truly dangerous the apparently harmless man might just be. He therefore nods respectfully to the man, his voice heavy, metallic and grating. "You would know something of us, as logic suggests. To hold power in the service of our Gods requires understanding, and it is clear you hold power. You have something of value to offer and that is believed. The unknown then, is the nature of this object or service, and what is required from us in return, as it is truth that nothing of value is given freely."
The small raider Crythos has 'acquired' for this task exits the Warp on the edge of the system, a blip in reality as what was once the empty void gains a new object, a tangled mess of metal and energy controlled by frail organic beings. The Iron Warrior reflects on this as he settles in the Captain's command chair, having needed to alter it to fit his impressive bulk. Iron within, iron without. Irony that vessels such as this were simply iron within. Perhaps that could be changed, and servitors were certainly an option, but they were so limited and not true.. His thoughts were distracted as the ship rumbled slightly as it moved through the gravity of the system and he rose, the crew backing away from him and bowing their heads with the tang of sharp fear filling the air as soon glanced towards the body of their former Captain, hanging against the bulkhead with his mouth in a silent, endless scream. He ignored it, his attentions on the world they approached. "Scan that planet and determine any vessels in orbit, then prepare a shuttle for me." He rather imagined the crew would flee as soon as he was gone, perhaps they might even attempt to open fire if they were brave or stupid enough, but the modifications he'd made to the power systems for the ship's weaponry would soon show them the folly of that course. He'd also rigged the geller field, to ensure it would shut down once Warp transit was complete. He hoped his masters would enjoy the light snack.
Ah, sorry for the wait. Here he is. :) |
